Staring at the
bright blue sky -
Trying to live
before I die...
God knows how
hard I try -
he also sees the
tears I cry...
So many words
cut the heart -
so many people
I must part...
Looking ahead
is the only part -
that gets me through
what I start...
For nothing seems
to turn out well -
I find myself in
another hell...
and I have
no one to tell -
I realize it is
just a spell...
Until this too
is left behind -
is it that hard
to just be kind.
